39. Talon

39

TALON

I t’s midnight, and we stand over the open grave—the fresh earth mocking us. Lena’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, haunted by the ghosts of our past. I pull her close, and she leans into me, seeking comfort in my embrace. Tonight, we lay our demons to rest.

We lower Mr. Wilson’s body into the grave, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the black plastic shroud. I pour the acid in next, ensuring that his body will decompose quickly. The weight of his sins presses down on us as we begin to fill the hole with shovelfuls of dirt and lime layers. Each clump of soil echoes our determination to bury the pain and suffering he inflicted. We work in silence, lost in our own thoughts.

As the grave fills, I feel a sense of closure. The man who abused us, who tried to break us, is now nothing more than a memory. We stand united, stronger than ever, telling the world we will not be victims. Mr. Wilson’s legacy ends here.

I level out the ground with a few passes of the backhoe tracks before running a rake over the grass placed back over the top. Ensuring we leave no obvious disturbance here. The moon reflects off the freshly replaced grass sections—the only living witness to our actions here tonight. I step back, and Lena moves closer, our shoulders brushing. At this moment, we are bound by more than just our shared trauma—we are connected by our strength and determination to forge a new path.

She whispers, “It’s done.” Her voice is thick with emotion. I nod, unable to find the words to describe the tempest of feelings inside me. We stand side by side, staring at the grave, reflecting on the journey that brought us here. It’s not just Mr. Wilson’s body we’ve buried but also the remnants of our childhood fears and the shadows that haunted us.

“We did what we had to,” I finally say, my voice hoarse. “He’ll never hurt anyone again.”

Lena nods, her eyes never leaving the grave. “I hope he rots in hell.” Her tone is fierce, a fire that wasn’t there before.

I step closer to Lena, my gaze intense. “There’s one more thing we need to do.” I glance at the graves, then back at her. “Let me make you forget them completely.”

Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. “What do you mean?”

I move closer, my body inches from hers. “We’re already stained by their touch. But there’s a part of you they never claimed.” I brush her hair back, my fingers lingering on her neck. “Let me take it. Let me brand you as mine.”

My cock twitches in excitement to be the one to claim her pucker, that tiny hole between her smooth cheeks, for the first time.

Lena’s breath quickens, and she pulls away slightly. “I... I don’t know, Talon. What if it hurts?”

I shake my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “I would never hurt you. I’ll go slow, and I have lube.” I pull a small bottle of lube from my pocket, offering it to her. “We don’t have to, but I want to know that part of you, too, belongs to me.”

She clears her throat. “You really want me, don’t you?”

“More than anything.” I step forward, pressing my body against hers. “You’re the only light in my dark world, and I’ll always keep you safe and make you mine.”

Lena’s eyes search mine, her lips parting slightly. “Here? Over their graves?”

I nod. “It’s just us, Lena. And it’ll be a real ‘fuck you’ to those assholes.”

She shivers, and I see the desire warring with her nerves. “Okay,” she whispers, her voice laced with uncertainty. “But you have to promise to be gentle.”

“I promise.” I cup her face, my thumbs brushing her cheeks. “It might be uncomfortable initially, but I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Lena nods, and I pull her against me, my lips capturing hers in a possessive kiss. Her hands tangle in my hair, and she responds with a hunger that matches mine.

I position Lena on the fresh grave, her hands and knees sinking into the soft earth as she assumes the doggy position. Her back arches, offering herself to me, and I can’t help but admire the gorgeous curves of her body. Her skin glows in the moonlight, starkly contrasting the darkness surrounding us.

I kneel behind her, taking a moment to appreciate the view. Slowly, I start to prep her, drizzling an ample amount of lube on her asshole before using my fingers to gently loosen her up. She lets out a soft moan, and I pause, worried I might be hurting her. “You okay?” I whisper.

“Keep going,” she replies, her voice laced with anticipation.

I oblige, my fingers working her slowly, deliberately. I want to make sure she’s ready and desperate for me. It’s not just about the physical act but the emotional connection that comes with it. I take my time, enjoying her body responding to my touch.

I slip my pinky in and feel her relax around it. Slowly, I slide in, one knuckle, then two, then all the way. I thrust my pinky into that perfect, pink starfish, groaning, knowing I’m her first… and her last.

I bite her ass as I trade my pinky for my thick middle finger. She adjusts to my size with a sharp intake of breath.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, so turned on I can barely think straight. I want to fuck her ass so badly. I need it.

I know she’s ready for something bigger when she’s squirming and breathless. I pull my fingers away and reach into my pocket for the small dildo. It’s not much, but it’ll do the job to help stretch her, get her ready for my cock. Adding more lube, I press it inside her gently, and she moans deeply. Her hips rock back, seeking more, and I thrust it slowly, building a steady rhythm. Her moans fill the night air, and I revel in her sounds.

Finally, when she’s begging for more, I ease the dildo out and line myself up to her entrance. “You ready for me, Lena?” I ask, coating my dick in lube.

“Please, Talon,” she whispers. “I need you.”

With a gentle but firm thrust, I ease myself inside her. She takes the head of my cock like a woman starved. I pause, seeing the shadows of her breasts swaying as her breathing hitches. I growl as I fight the urge to push into her ass all at once. I feel her back up onto my cock as her ass swallows me, inch by inch. She’s tight, and I pause again, allowing her to adjust to my size.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips.

“More,” she urges, pushing back against me.

I oblige, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back into her. This time, I go deeper, claiming her fully. She lets out a sharp gasp, and I stop, concerned I might have hurt her. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she pants. “It’s just—intense.”

Smiling, I begin to move, my hips finding a steady rhythm. I go slow at first, but the urgency builds, and soon, I’m thrusting harder, deeper. The night air is filled with the sounds of our passion—the slick sound of flesh sliding together, our heavy breathing, and Lena’s soft whimpers.

I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back as I reach around to caress her breasts. She arches into my touch, her body responding to mine.

I love how her body yields to mine, accepting me in ways she never has before. Her sweet cries fill the air as I thrust into her with abandon. Our bodies move as one, a savage symphony of need and desire. The ground beneath her knees is unforgiving, but she doesn’t seem to notice, caught up in the moment’s intensity.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growl in her ear. “You like being taken like this over their fucking corpses.”

“Yes,” she pants. “Harder, Talon. Claim me.”

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I thrust deeper. “You’re mine, Lena. Never forget that. Mine to take, to protect, to keep safe.”

She moans, her head hanging low as her hair falls forward. “Yours,” she agrees. “Only yours.”

Hearing those words sends a rush of possessiveness through me, and I pound into her with increased fervor. Our flesh slaps against each other, the force of my thrusts causing the sensual curves of her flesh to jiggle with each impact. I want to mark her, brand her as irrevocably mine, so no one else can ever claim her again.

“You’re such a bad, bad girl,” I groan, my breathing becoming labored as the pleasure builds.

“It’s all for you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “Always for you, Talon.”

I grab her hips roughly, pulling her back onto me as I drive forward with renewed force. Lena lets out a hiss of pleasure, and I know I’ve found that sweet spot inside her ass. I focus my thrusts there, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she gives me. Our grunts and moans fill the air, mingling with the earthy scent of dirt and the heady fragrance of our desire.

The night breeze caresses our heated skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning between us. Lena’s body is smooth and pale, her back glistening in the moonlight. I lean over her again, my mouth close to her ear. “You’re making me forget everything, Lena,” I murmur. “All the pain, all the darkness—it fades when I’m inside you.”

“Then stay,” she begs. “Stay with me forever.”

“Forever,” I promise, my voice thick with emotion. My finger finds her clit as I hover over her, flicking and rubbing. “You and me, Lena. Against the world.”

Our passion builds to a crescendo, the pleasure becoming all-consuming. I feel her ass tighten around me, her cries becoming more desperate. I know she’s close, and the knowledge sends me hurtling over the edge.

“Come for me,” I demand, reaching around to pinch her swollen clit. “Come with my cock deep in that tight little ass.”

She obliges, her body shaking as her ass swallows me whole. I thrust a few more times, riding out her orgasm before I let myself find release. I bury myself inside her, my hands gripping her hips as I fill her with my essence. I groan, my eyes squeezed shut as I savor the feel of her. “Lena,” I breathe, my voice hoarse.

She collapses forward, and I gently ease out of her. I pull her against me, and she turns in my arms, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “That was...” She trails off, unable to find the words.

“Perfect,” I finish for her, brushing her hair back from her face. “You were perfect.”

I help Lena stand on shaky legs, retrieving her discarded panties from beside the grave. With gentle care, I slide them back up her thighs. Her skin feels cold in the night air, so I shrug off my leather jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. The jacket engulfs her small frame, and she burrows into its warmth.

I zip up my jeans and adjust my clothes. “Let’s go home,” I say softly, pulling her close. She nods against my chest, and I can feel the tension leaving her body.

We walk away from the graves together, our footsteps crunching on the frost-covered grass. The weight of our past is lying buried beneath the earth behind us. Mr. Wilson and David can never hurt her again. Their control over our lives is finished.

Lena’s hand finds mine in the darkness, our fingers intertwining. Each step takes us further from the shadows of our past and closer to our future together. The crisp night air feels cleansing, washing away the last remnants of fear and pain that have haunted us for so long.

The moonlight guides our path through the cemetery, casting long shadows between the headstones. But these shadows hold no power over us anymore. We are free.